Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

After Lu Qin saw such a well-dressed person who looked like a close-fitting double attendant coming, and heard the conversation between him and the two sentries, he had a vague guess in his heart. Then, he was even more affirmative, took a deep breath and nodded, lowered his eyes, followed Feijian and walked towards the big tent step by step.

Concubine Jian kept looking at the figure behind her as she walked, for fear that Lu Qin would go the wrong way in the snowstorm, but fortunately Lu Qin

Following very closely, the two of them arrived at the big tent without stopping, and the two guards raised their hands towards Fei Jian who was in the lead: "Sister Fei Jian.

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"Where's Mr. Nei?"

"Back to Gemini, Nei Jun just went to the Dalong military tent to visit His Highness Xiaoyao Wang, and he hasn't come back yet."

Hearing the words of visiting His Royal Highness Xiaoyao Wang, Fei Jian subconsciously turned her head to look at Lu Qin, and as expected, she saw the blue-clothed scholar's fingers clenched instantly, his eyes were a little more thoughtful, but there was still a slight smile on his face, He raised his hand to signal the blue-clothed scholar to move in another direction: "Mr. Lu, please."

Lu Qin was extremely silent all the way, until he finally arrived in front of the big tent where Jiang Luobai lived, he suddenly stopped his footsteps, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes, and when he slowly raised his face, it happened to be the same as the one who had just lifted the curtain. Jiang Luoyu who came out met his gaze.

Jiang Luoyu obviously just came out after seeing Jiang Luobai's injuries. When he lifted the curtain, his expression was not good, and there were unnatural folds on his clothes. After putting his hands on the snow-colored cloak, the two of them clasped their hands and looked at each other. The worry on Jiang Luoyu's face was relieved, but when he looked up, he saw the blue-clothed scholar, which made him frowned again. brow.

At this moment, Lu Qin was not in the mood to care about the expressions of the people watching him, he just stared fixedly at the small piece of dark red on the sleeve of Jiang Luoyu's lavender emperor's clothes, which was hardly noticed by ordinary people, and suddenly said softly Muttered: "There is blood on Neijun's sleeve."

Jiang Luoyu saw that his expression was ugly, his face was pale and blue, and the bottom of his eyes were bloodshot, his eyes could not help but flicker, and he waved his sleeve deliberately, as if to show the blood stain to the blue-clothed scholar More clearly, there was more sarcasm in the words: "If Mr. Lu heard the rumors in the army, he should know whose blood it is, so why bother to testify?"

The blue-clothed scholar clenched his fingers tighter and tighter. He didn't care about the tone of Jiang Luoyu's words, and his already ugly face became even more pale. Hearing this, he immediately asked in a low voice: "Then...how is he hurt? ..."

"Master Lu wants to know?"

Jiang Luoyu saw that he was very anxious in his heart, but he didn't move his feet once. His eyes flickered slightly, and he looked back at the younger brother who heard some voices in the tent. He had already sat up with difficulty, and he already had a measure in his heart, and suddenly said coldly. Shaking his sleeves, he said, "Young Master Lu is an outsider, so please forgive me for not telling me."

"Neijun!" Seeing that Jiang Luoyu stepped up and was about to leave as soon as he finished speaking, the blue-clothed scholar felt a lump in his chest and couldn't care about anything else, so he turned around and blocked Jiang Luoyu's way with one step. He paused and said, "Mr. Nei should be clear. Since I confessed everything, I have lost my delusions about many things... I just want to know now, I want to know his recent situation... Is he seriously injured?"

"I wish that if he was sad, he would only shed tears and not bleed." Jiang Luoyu was blocked by him, but she didn't seem to be angry, but her eyes were extremely complicated. After staring at him for a long time, she finally let out a long sigh. With regret, "It's a pity that his dignity will never do this."

"Forget it, since you worked so hard to get here, I'm afraid it's not because you don't care about him at all."

After saying this, he didn't wait for the person in front of him to react, and walked past him, his voice became smaller and smaller in the wind and snow until he couldn't hear it clearly anymore.

"He is recuperating in the big tent. If you want to see it, go now."

With Jiang Luoyu's permission, he watched the husband and wife leave, but the blue-clothed scholar stood in front of the tent for a long time, as if he had finally summoned up his courage, and tremblingly lifted the curtain in front of him, letting the strong smell of medicine After the smell of blood and blood rushed towards his face, he looked at the figure lying on the couch with his back facing him in the tent not far away, as if he was afraid of waking up something, he called out in a low voice.

"... Luo Bai?"

After walking a few steps, she felt that the person holding her finger was extremely cold to the bone. Jiang Luoyu frowned even tighter. She stopped and looked back at her side. It was obvious that she had just been injured yesterday. The man in Xuanyi, who was bleeding heavily and insisted on coming with him today, sighed very lightly, and stopped his footsteps.

"Is it cold?"

Murong Hao pursed his lips, his eyes seemed to have melted into a piece of snow, and he looked misty and gentle: "What about you?"

Jiang Luoyu clenched his fingers tightly with both hands, and slowly raised the corners of her lips: "With this fox fur, I'm not cold."

The two carried each other up to a small slope in the barracks. After Murong Hao signaled the attendants behind him to step back, he raised his hand and untied his pure black cloak, and he would see his movements with a puzzled expression on his face. Jiang Luoyu hugged her tightly, and then wrapped her cloak tightly again. After standing still with her sweetheart in her arms, she looked far away at the big tent that had just left, and asked in a low voice.

"You knew he was coming?"

Jiang Luoyu's physique is weak and cold, and his hands and feet are so cold that he can't feel it every winter. Even wearing a layer of cloak is useless, but now being hugged by someone and adding a layer of fox fur, he just feels a tingle. Warmth welled up from his heart, he raised his fingers and clenched Murong Hao's hand, and simply put it on his shoulder, and asked with a smile: "Didn't you realize that he has feelings for Luo Bai?"

After saying this, as if he remembered something, he suddenly raised his head, stretched out his finger and poked the man's cheek, narrowed his eyes and asked with a rather unfriendly expression: "Didn't you say that you were not drunk that day?" , why don’t you know what I think now?”

When Murong Hao heard him suddenly mentioning the incident that day, he unconsciously recalled that night, all the absurdities of the two of them in the tent, and Jiang Luoyu's low panting sound when he was leaning on the bedside, which made Li Li's eyes flutter for a while. Pai Se's eyes were several layers deep, and after coughing twice, he raised his hand and clenched his hand and pulled it into the cloak again, racking his brains and not knowing how to answer.

"That is……"

Unexpectedly, before he could say anything, he was squinting his eyes in his arms, waiting slowly for him to explain, but the next moment he saw something, he stood up straight and clenched Murong Hao's fingers, with an expression on his face. With a look of doubt, he said in a deep voice, "Mind?"

Hearing his serious tone, Murong Hao immediately followed his gaze, but unexpectedly saw that in Jiang Luobai's tent, a gust of wind rolled up the curtain, revealing the person sitting beside the bed in the tent. The blue-clothed scholar who was thin and thin, but with a faint white light on his body, and Jiang Luobai who sat opposite him couldn't see his expression clearly, wearing a quilt with his head hanging down as if he was pretending to be dizzy.

The white light shone for a moment, and the blue-clothed scholar seemed to have lost his strength. He lowered his head and coughed heavily, then swayed his body and fell towards Jiang Luobai. He sat opposite him and pretended to be dizzy. Jiang Luobai finally felt that something was wrong, opened his eyes and immediately caught Lu Qin who was really fainted, and immediately yelled and started to call for someone, as if he was not injured himself, he was full of energy, and his eyes widened accordingly.

Seeing such a rather dramatic scene, Jiang Luoyu was no longer surprised, and leaned on Murong Hao's shoulder again, squinting her eyes

After shrinking his body, he murmured in a low voice: "I have almost never seen this kind of thing, I only saw it in books, but I didn't expect it to really exist."

Murong Hao knew that what he was talking about was his thoughts, and when he saw the scene, he naturally knew that what he was talking about was the white light emitted by the blue-clothed scholar just now, his eyes showed a curious look, and he couldn't help asking: "What is it?"

Jiang Luoyu was tightly wrapped by him. After a while, she finally regained her strength. Her body warmed up a bit, so she lazily huddled in his arms and remained motionless. Feeling sleepy, she replied in a daze: "Scholar A kind of martial art learned, it is not quite the same as internal force but somewhat similar, the biggest difference is that after learning it, it is still powerless."

"Then why do you practice this?"

"This martial art is a method of only defending but not attacking. With this thing, although he can't hurt others, he can protect himself and others in times of crisis."

After hearing the explanation, Murong Hao raised his eyebrows instead, with doubts in his eyes: "Strange."

Jiang Luoyu's voice became softer, but he could still hear it clearly. It can be seen that although he was confused, he was not asleep: "It's very strange, those scholars always have strange ideas."

Murong Hao saw that he couldn't even open his eyes, and remembered that yesterday he took care of him until midnight, and wrote a note to the emperor on his behalf. When Lu Qin rushed over, he was really tossed, he couldn't help but hugged the person in his arms tightly, thinking about whether to carry him back to the tent to let him rest for a while, but he was afraid that Jiang Luoyu would wake up if he made such a move , So I pretended I didn't know that he was sleepy, but continued to talk to him.

"Aren't you worried about Luo Bai?"

"That kid is very good." When Jiang Luoyu answered this time, she didn't even open her eyes anymore, but a faint smile appeared on the corners of her lips, and she leaned closer to the person beside her, as if she was going to His own weight was completely on Murong Hao's body, his voice became lower and lower, so that he couldn't hear clearly at the end, "And this time's bitter trick, there must be your idea..."

Hearing the last sentence, Murong Hao's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at the big tent not far away, and then at Jiang Luoyu, who was breathing steadily and closed his eyes in his arms, and his eyes were patted with helplessness. ——No matter what, Jiang Luobai is Jiang Luoyu's younger brother after all, if he doesn't help him, he won't be in the end...